C'mon, Dubya, it's like Bill Maher said: you're just unlucky. Haven't you noticed all the shit's that's happened since you were elected? First, we should have taken 9/11as an omen of what was to come. Y'see, the Sky Fairie doesn't lilke people to steal elections. What happened in Florida was wrong. 9/11 was to get our attention. Then the Asian tsunami. John Kerry should of, would of, could of, but didn't. The Sky Fairie was still angry. Next comes the three sisters of grief, Katrina, Rita, and Wilma. Then your nominee to the SCOTUS is rejected by your own party, and to add insult to injury, the White Sox dominated the Houston Astros in the World Series. Dubya, Dubya, Dubya. I didn't mention Iraq, did I? I have now. You're so unlucky that you're going to drag us all down with you.
G.W., you're going to be remembered in American history as the time we, the people of the United States, stepped in dog shit, then walked around with it on our shoes for 8 long, fucking years. Everywhere we went, we smelled like dog shit, all the while leaving our shit smeared prints for others to smell and clean.
All that bad luck in the first paragraph? Hold on, folks. We've got three more years of this unlucky clown in the White House. We are so fucked. Our kharma is going to be so dark that it's going to take ten or twelve generations to lighten it.